Ebony is a smart,
sexy, career-oriented black woman who wants nothing more than a summer fling
with a man who challenges her mind and body. What she doesn’t expect is a blond
haired, blue-eyed bass player—who won’t take “no” for an answer—to accept the
challenge.

When Ebony’s attempt
at a brief fling turns into more, despite negative reactions from friends and
family, she finds juggling love, family, and career are nothing compared to the
ultimate betrayal she endures. Now her dreams spiral into lies and secrets that
threaten her future and her best friend’s trust.

M.J. Kane stumbled into writing. An avid
reader, this stay at home mom never lost the overactive imagination of an only
child. As an adult she made up stories, though never shared them, to keep
herself entertained. It wasn’t until surviving a traumatic medical incident in
2006 that she found a reason to let the characters inhabiting her imagination
free. Upon the suggestion of her
husband, she commandeered his laptop and allowed the characters to take life.
It was that, or look over her shoulder for men caring a purple strait jacket.
And the rest, as they say, is history.

No longer a television addict, if M.J. isn’t
reading a book by one of her favorite authors, she’s battling with her creative
muse to balance writing and being a wife and mother. She resides in the suburbs
of Atlanta, Georgia with her high school sweetheart, four wonderful children,
and two pit bulls. MJ can often be found hanging out at the local library where
she is director of a local writer’s group, or online connecting with readers and
other authors. Other activities she enjoys include: creating custom floral
arrangements, assisting her children in their creative pursuits of music and
art, and supporting her husband’s music production business, 3D Sounds.

You can find MJ on social networking sites,
sharing writing tips, talking about music, life, and family. She’s always
excited to meet new people. Connect with her via the websites below.

The song ended, and I opened my eyes to cheer with the rest
of the crowd. I was noticed all right. Various men in my immediate vicinity
threw out catcalls and whistles, which were flattering, but the drummer paid me
no attention. In fact, no one in the band seemed to notice me, except for one
man.

One of the guitar players watched me intently. Astonished, I
nearly stumbled in my heels. He was attractive but… he was white, not what I
was aiming for. My lips tilted in a small smile before I moved out of his line
of sight, placing myself in front of dancers who’d moved closer to the stage
blocking my view of the drummer.

The next song played, and again, I tried to get lost in the
music. My eyes closed, it was impossible to find my groove again without
feeling stalked. The hair on the back of my neck stood up, drawing my attention
down the length of the stage and to the guitar player, who once again, watched
me with a predatory gleam in his eye. When the song ended, I worked my way back
to the bar.

Neither Yasmine nor Kaitlyn were there. They must have gone to the bathroom.

“What can I get you, miss?” the bartender asked,
interrupting my thoughts.

Music from the loud speakers blasted again, after the MC
announced the band was taking a brief intermission.

“Margarita, extra shot of tequila, please.” The bartender
nodded and went to fill my order.

“Did you get a load of the blond guitar player? He’s hot!”

My attention turned to a busty brunette who’d taken up
temporary residence in the empty seat next to me. I recognized her as being one
of the women who’d been dancing next to me. She adjusted her boobs, primping
while talking to her friend.

“He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going home with him
tonight,” she continued. Her friend giggled.

Good luck. She had
a better chance than I did of finding a man tonight.

“Here you go.” The bartender placed a napkin in front of me
with my drink.

“I’ve got this,” a deep voice said close to my ear, making
me jump. It was incredibly sexy despite the fact it scared me. It also sent a
warm tingle down my spine. Intrigued, I turned and found myself face-to-face
with the guitar player. The same one my barstool neighbor wanted to go home
with.

Thank you for being such a highlight in my life. After all, if you hadn't convinced me to "re-publish" books I didn't think were any good they never would have gone bestseller! :) Thanks for having my back! Good luck!

Wowwy a great read from that excerpt, MJ. Definitely hoping to get the book. You're an amazing writer. Well done on being published O:-)My Google account ain't letting me through. That's why this is being sent through anonymous button. But you'll know who i am anyway. Facebook and Twitterer.